Papers piled up in immense stacks on my desk; heavy tomes filled the office with the scent of darkness and the scent of mystery.

The job that I had spent my entire life preparing for had become only a side activity, something I only paid attention to when the thought provoked me. I had always wanted to go down in history as the most influential or smartest Minister of Magic— at this rate I would probably be considered the worst. My secretary and assistant Minister did everything for me: signing things, answering letters, managing the various department heads. Whenever I was asked a question it would take me at least a minute to answer, and most of the time it was an automatic response. Slowly, I noticed that I was becoming less and less apart of the Ministry's workings, when I should have been right in the thick of it.

But I didn't care at all.

All I could think of, the one thought that obsessed me from the moment I opened my eyes to when I fell asleep— and sometimes it obsessed my dreams as well— was how to find the bloody Gordian Knot that bloody Lockwood wanted. She had threatened to ruin my career if I hadn't tried to locate it for her, though I was already ruining my own career by trying to locate it.

What Lockwood had said was true— the Gordian Knot was supposed to give the owner the power to master the future in their own motives. Lockwood wanted it, and... I was going to help her.

President Lockwood was a twisted, evil psychopath who didn't care for rules and would gladly murder all of the Muggles in the world if she could. The Ravenclaw in my screamed into my ear frantically about how I was an idiot, I was going to give her the future in exchange for Scorpius' soul.

Scorpius. He had betrayed me, he had betrayed everyone who ever thought that he was going to become more then just a Malfoy. He killed my mother, and I was still trying to protect him. I hated myself for those feelings, I really did. I had tried my best to stamp them out, but something wouldn't let my Ravenclaw personality tell my brain that feelings were good for nothing.

Because, even though I extremely doubted it, there was some human left in me after all.